Displaced Person' S Song / Cantecul Persoanei Inlocuite
If you see a train this evening,
Far away, against the sky,
Lie down in your woolen blanket,
Sleep and let the train go by.
Trains have called us, every midnight,
From a thousand miles away,
Trains that pass through empty cities,
Trains that have no place to stay.
Monday, October 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: translation